“i was going to write about a man who liked his wife, but was in love with another woman. and it was about when his wife leaves in the morning and how he takes slow showers, with the water too hot, almost painfully hot, and how he lets the water hold him, as water can do. when you step into a hot shower, from a cold bathroom, and it wraps itself around you and it keeps you. and when you finally get out of a shower like that, your skin steams and for many long moments afterwards, you can still feel what it was like to have that water holding you, keeping you. do you see? a reminder of the woman. who is not his wife.”

— katie west.

9:45 pm  •  31 May 2009  •  17 notes